[Marley]

"I'm alright." Beck nodded and shifted a little, taking a sharp breath in as the weight of the eggs moved. He couldn't lay like this for long, the massive girth in his front always crushed his lungs and made it impossibly hard to breathe. Beck planted his feet and pushed at the ground with his hands that were still cuffed behind him, eventually able to push himself up into a sitting position, albeit with more effort than he would've liked. His stretched belly made it hard to move but be managed. Slightly out of breath, Beck let his head fall forward in exhaustion. "So... Where are we going?" He grimaced. "That slime stuff that was thrown hit me right in the face." He snorted bitterly. "I don't even wanna know what it was."